A Patriotic song, or, Bonaparte will be here/A new song, in favour of our militia

A Patriotic song, or, Bonaparte will be here (1810s)
A new song, in favour of our militia
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NEW SONG

In favour of our Militia.

YOUNG men that are stout,
and likewise valiant hearted,
Let them be soldiers,
if that they want to gain:
For in time they will find,
Things contrary to their mind;
And after a pleasure
they will find its a pain.

Oh Jean do not grieve
Although I’m going from you,
Away from your presence
I’m forced for to go.
You’re a grief in my mind,
To leave you here behind;
I cannot take you with me
to great hardship and woe.

My dear, I’m drawn
To the Militia:
In the Town of Aberdeen
I muft appear this day,
There are many a valiant man
Along with me to join;
Come let us drink a health
to Great George our King.

See how we all will fight,
And its all for Britain’s glory:
Fighting will be our delight,
either by land or sea,
We will let the French to know,
And that to their sad woe,
The sons of bold Britain
never conquered shall be.

Come along brave boys,
See how the wars call on us,
Hark how our drums do beat,
and trumpets sweetly blow:
We will never be afraid,
Nor yet the least dismay’d;
Providence will aid us,
wherever we may go.

See how we'll draw them up
Like sheep unto the slaughter;
Nothing but death will they be
expecting every hour,
With our top upon our right
We’ll be ready all to fight;
Lo yonder stands our enemy
as black as a cloud.

Our General will say to the left,
About, make ready;
Open to the right and left,
and let their horsemen in,
We’ll falute them with ball,
Until we catch them all;
Then we’ll fight them fword in hand
brave boys, never fear.

Many a widow will be
Lamenting for her husband,
Many a loving mother
will weep for her son;
Saying, now they are all gone,
And left us hear to mourn,
We need not sit and strive
againft Great George our King.

I wish the Disposer
Of all things unto us
Would bring this sad war, and
conclude it to an end,
That we may return all safely home,
With our friends once more to join,
With love and peace be with us all,
and long live our King.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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